The words below were posted by member ‘mixie’ on Mark’s Daily Apple Forum in the ‘Women who have lost 100lbs’ thread (post #13).  They really hit a chord with me and I think it is one of the wisest pieces I have read on the Primal and Low carb eating.


I’m sneaking up on the 100lb mark. I’ll have been eating Primal for a year in March, and the best thing about it all is that there hasn’t been a single day of “struggle”. I don’t have to agonize over eating right or exercising because I’m no longer fighting biology on either of those counts. What CW always translated as “cravings” and “lack of self control” it turns out is “your body’s actual need for good, saturated fat and protein”. When I started trusting my body and eating exactly what I wanted when I wanted, the weight issue just corrected itself.
And exercise–I don’t torture myself with treadmills and endless road jogging. Some days I wake up feeling squirrely, and immediately want to go climb something or lift rocks, or play games (hula hoop, jump-rope), do some heavy work in the yard–really exert some effort, early in the morning. Other days I just want to be outside, and puttering around in the air and sunshine. Some days I feel like laying around with a book and a pot of tea all day. So far, all I’ve done is trust my body to know what it needs, and I’m around 90lbs down as of today.

I’m sure I’ll need to tighten up the “rules” as I get closer to ideal body composition, but for now I really don’t sweat it much at all. Nightshades don’t mess with me, but grains really do. We eat taters and/or yams at least once or twice a week, and I will sometimes drink a quart of grass-fed raw cream in a day if I’m traveling and don’t want to have to worry about finding good food. I put butter on everything. Yesterday morning for breakfast I had leftover blue-rare elk burger and broccoli both cooked in home-rendered lamb tallow and topped with butter and sea salt.

I honestly can’t really find good words to tell you how easy this all is for me, because it all comes in language that relates to dieting experiences. This truly isn’t like that for me. After maybe a week or two of consciously eating PB-style, my brain just clicked into “nourished” mode and from there on out food became a mental non-issue. Before, in low-fat-whole-grain mode, every hour of my life I was thinking about food–what I wanted, what I couldn’t have, feeling bad for wanting something I shouldn’t eat, what I was supposed to eat next, what I’d eaten over the course of the week… I mean, it was endless. Torturous.

There were a few weeks in the beginning where I had a fit of sweet-tooth, and I get a jones-on for something non-primal once in a while, but the difference now is that I can treat myself or not in a totally rational way. I know if it’s really going to taste as good as my prior-self thought and whether it’s worth the indulgence… and I know the difference between a random treat craving and actual hunger for real food. That might seem like a “no sh!t” thing to some, but before I always felt like when I wanted fatty food it was because there was something wrong with me, and whether the “want” was french fries or fatty cuts of meat it was all the same “no self control” issue. Does that make sense?

On a day-in, day-out basis, this is so comfortable as to be ridiculous. I know I’m going to have to work harder once the last twenty or thirty pounds is in sight, but I still have a ways to go before I get there. For now I’m just doing what my body tells me to do and it’s working shockingly well.

One piece of specific advice that meant the world to me starting out: don’t weigh yourself routinely. If you own a scale, give it to a friend to hide from you for at least six months. You have to disconnect the notions of “feeding yourself correctly” and “dieting”. They’re two totally different things. You aren’t “dieting” here, you’re re-learning how to feed yourself. The weight issue will correct itself if you just get out of the way. I think it was crucial for me in the beginning to focus on all the other signs that I was doing the right thing. Recognizing all the other changes as they came was a big part of getting re-connected to my own body, and that in turn strengthened my ability to trust my body to tell me when/what/how to eat and exercise. When I finally did step on a scale I was honestly shocked to see that I’d dropped 45 pounds without feeling like I’d exerted a single minute of stress or effort over it.